I'm currently sitting at my desk in the most crappiest pjs ever (not even my favourite best pjs), half feeling sorry for myself and the other half feeling like i need to give myself a good kick up the backside.
It's that time of the year ... FRESHERS WEEK.
It's that time of the year ... FRESHERS WEEK.
I'm definitely not a Freshers but hey, it's my last year in university so i might aswell drink myself silly before it all starts to get serious!
Right, okay, enough of describing my horrendous state.
How about i start with my cheeky trip to Belfast, Ireland to celebrate the 21st
my absolutely gorgeous irish beauty of a friend Claire!
Definitely a weekend not to forget (:
a cheeky game we like to call ICING!
Requirement: downing a Smirnoff ICE on one knee.
PAPPED!
Irish breakfast, who'dve thought a very intoxicated 21 year old would create such an extravaganza of a breakfast?!
&& who knew the Irish have about 20 different breads?!
xxx





